Title: The Kiss In His Eyes
Word Count: 363
Prompt:The Look – Sara Teasdale (1884 – 1933)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kisses mean everything to other people, and John knows that Sherlock is not 'other people'.
Author's Note: This is an…odd one. It's inspired by one of my favourite poems The Look, kind of. And it's not one of my usual John/Sherlock relationships, but I hope you enjoy it.
The Look – Sara Teasdale (1884 – 1933) Strephon kissed me in the spring.
Robin in the fall
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
The Kiss In His Eyes
Kisses are curious things, simple and everyday enough that we hardly notice them. But maybe if we paid more attention, then we'd see that each kiss conveys a meaning all its own. Some are tentative, ungainly as fawns in springs, and speak of new love. Some are tender, and tell of contentment and happiness. And some are filled with passion, of fire and thrills that only few can handle.
Sarah kisses John shyly. She kisses him when the trees sprout new buds, when the children are half-bundled in thin shirts and thick coats, when the sun shines bright yet cold through patched clouds. When Sarah kisses John it's in spring, a time of growing and learning, of new things. Sarah kisses John in the beginning, when 221b is still new, terrifying, and a tingling feeling to every extremity.
Sarah is kind, and Sarah is gentle, but Sarah cannot hope to match up with the man who holds John's every attention and pulls him into a dance that only the two of them know.
Mary…Mary kisses John affectionately, with hope shining in her eyes for a future that they could have together. She kisses him when the trees are littered in rust, when the nights are rippled with evening purple and a beginning chill, when couples walk closer for warmth in the cold. When Mary kisses John it's in autumn, a time of maturity and gathering, of warmth and colour. Mary kisses John towards the year's end, and 221b is synonymous with Home.
Mary is beautiful, and Mary is lovely, and John finds himself nearly marrying Mary, but not even Mary can begin to contend with the man who anchors John unrelentingly to danger and home at the same time, and gives him everything he could ever desire.
Through Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, Sherlock only looks at John. But in Sherlock's eyes, John sees a kiss of electricity and adrenaline that none other could possibly measure up to.
No, Sherlock never kisses John, but soon enough the look of that unnameable emotion in the other man's eyes wipes the memory of all other kisses from John's head…and haunts him night and day.
